So this chapter is long overdue...oopsie! lol! I want to thank my girl JustCherry73 for letting me use her character Leslie...but also writing her parts for me as well! The story wouldn't be what it is without you girl! And to my other ladies wwechristina and GoldenGirl1920...I love all 3 of you very much with your continued love and support. I don't know what I'd do without my girls!
I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE. I own Lucy, JustCherry73 owns Leslie and I own the storyline.
Drew POV
I am sitting in my office going over requests and decrees that have come in over the last few days. I asked Gunther and Gallows to make sure I am not distracted. I have spent so much time with Leslie that my work has fallen behind on these items. Not that I mind in the slightest. She is the best distraction I've ever had. And now my mind is back on her, damn it!
They say "speak of the devil and the devil appears" and that's what has happened. I hear my door shut and I grumble, "Guys, I told you not to let anyone…" As I look up, I see that sinfully sexy goddess leaning against the door. She is wearing a dark purple riding dress, the material clinging to those tempting hips and of course, those mouthwatering tits so prominent, I ache to reach out and touch them.
She smirks as she walks closer to my desk, "What? Not to let anyone disturb you? But I am the disruption that you want, Drew." She comes to me, pushes me back in my chair and stands before me up against my desk. She purrs, "In fact, I know you want my distraction awful bad, baby." She undoes a clasp on the bodice of her purple gown and the entire dress falls to our feet.
I am in awe of this luscious creature standing naked before me! Jesus Christ! The most beautiful, delicious sight that has ever met my eyes! Leslie takes my hands and places them on her beautiful tits and encourages me to knead them. I violently pull her into my lap so she straddles my groin, making her pussy feel my pulsing desire and lust for her under my kilt. She bucks on my erection as I suckle hard on the breasts I have been craving to have in my mouth as she arches her back, allowing me even easier access to nurse my longing for those bad boys.
She rips my shirt down the front as nibbles on my earlobe. She yanks my head back by my hair and starts kissing my neck. She whispers, "I know what you really yearn for, Drew. Me. You hunger for me. You want to fuck me until I can't walk anymore. You need to be inside me so bad, you can't stand it. Take me, Drew! I am all yours! Fuck me!" Leslie slides off my lap until she's on her knees on the floor before me. She licks those full, succulent lips as she unhooks my kilt, exposing my hard and ready cock to her amazement.
She wastes no time taking my entire length in her mouth. Oh fuck! I can't even describe what Leslie is doing to me and how she is using that delectable tongue to assist sucking me off. Goddamn if this isn't the best blowjob I've ever had! I've never experienced a more gratifying sensation in my life! As she starts using her hand to pleasure my balls as her mouth milks me hard, I thrust my hands in her hair urging her to suck faster and my eyes roll in the back of my head.
She pulls back and I hear a pop of my engorged head escaping her lips. She grins at me and sticks her tongue out. I reach down and put my hand on my cock. I tease her mouth with the tip, but I look at my desk and back to her. I growl as I push everything off my desk, then deadlift her from the floor and sit that gorgeous ass on top.
My need to fuck her is at such a fever pitch, I go right in, shoving my cock balls deep inside her pussy I have needed for so long. She screams my name and claws at my chest as I pump hard and fast inside her. Those large tits, red and wet from my attention, are bouncing every time I thrust inside that honied heaven. I have her legs spread wide, holding her knees with my hands tilting her ass up so I can penetrate and pound her with the deepest strokes possible. I smell her sex, dripping wet from my fucking, and I become intoxicated on that scent. I scream, "Oh FUCK! Leslie, I love you!" as we are both orgasming hard but I hear another distant voice…
"Drew, honey, are you OK? You seem very distracted this morning." Lucy asks me. It's been three days since that day in the glen when I almost kissed Leslie, and I come out of that beautiful daydream into this reality: Lucy and I having breakfast in the banquet hall. I look at her and my eyes focus out of my haze of lust. This is a horrible thing to say, but I am disappointed to not only be woken from that incredible fantasy, but I wish it was Leslie sitting with me.
I shake my head and look at her, praying she does not notice my raging hard on under the table, "Yes. Sorry, just thinking about some work items. Forgive me." I grin at her, but even as she nods and smiles, I know something has changed between us. Not only am I head over heels in love with another woman, but Lucy seems to have distanced herself from me.
She is always asleep when I go to bed and does not even bother to initiate sex. Of course, neither do I. Have her affections for me waned in favor of another as mine have, or has she simply noticed that I no longer desire her? I admit to myself that if it's the former, the only thing that would be hurt is my pride. However, I feel a lot of guilt about suspecting this and not fulfilling my duties as a husband to Lucy.
But even as I think this, I perk up as the object of my desire comes waltzing into the banquet hall. Is she wearing the same purple dress I just dreamed about? Fuck me! The gods need to give me the strength to not plunder her sweet treasure today! She goes to Otis and fills her plate with fruit and bacon. I have to chuckle as she comes over to sit with us, "I see some things never change. Strawberries, cherries and bacon for breakfast for you, Sweet."
She looks up as she adorably shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth and says with a grin, "Well, good morning to you too, Drew. And yes, as I said the night of the banquet, I'm still funny, you're still adorable, and Randy is still a man slut. Oh! Good morning, Lucy! Didn't see you there." Lucy looks a little pensive as she smiles, with food in her mouth.
I tell her with a smile, "So Sweet, I have an idea of where to go on our ride today. I think you'll like it."
Leslie raises her eyebrow and pops a cherry in her mouth. For fuck's sake! Her mouth! I need to know what that delicious thing can do to my cock! She nods and smiles, "Color me intrigued, McIntyre!"
Lucy POV
Drew and Leslie are out again. Once more, I'm sure it'll be an all day affair. They've been spending a lot of time together lately, but honestly, it doesn't bother me. What does bother me though, is the fact that Drew practically paid me no mind this morning. It did hurt a little, but I've had Allen on my mind so much, that I don't let it affect me greatly. Allen. I smile at the thought of him; he's become very important to me in the short time I've known him. I've been happily spending a lot of, if not, most of my time with him. So the absence of Drew hasn't been affecting me like it should. I've noticed he's been withhold his affections towards me, but I've been doing the same to him. Allen has been on my mind night and day since I crossed paths with him. I've quickly fallen for him and I should feel guilty about it…I mean I do, but not as much as I should. I don't feel for Drew what I feel for Allen.
I love Drew, but I'm not in love with him; I'm in love with Allen. I just wish there was something I could do about the situation. I want to be with Allen. In every way possible. He understands me like no one else does. I want to be his wife and have his children, but sadly that won't happen. It's my duty to run the kingdom alongside Drew and carry his heir to the throne.
I don't dwell on it too much, as I make my way down to the stables to see Allen again. My smile widens the closer I get, but when I enter the barn, Allen is nowhere to be found. He must be out and about working, so I go into Blaze's stall and begin brushing him as I wait for Allen's return.
I hear faint footsteps on the hay that lay on the ground and the smile on my face grows knowing Allen is back, but it disappears the second I see Randy round the corner. Oh no, not now. Why? Allen, where are you?
"Lucy," Randy says quietly, a smile playing on his lips that has me feeling anything but content. "I had a feeling I'd find you here. You've been spending a lot of your time lately with the horses," he says, closing the distance between us.
"R–Randy…what are doing here?" I ask, swallowing heavy, my feet rooting me to the spot and I curse my body for not being able to move in that moment. "I…I thought you were with Sheamus," I say quietly and the smile on Randy's face forms into a smirk.
"Told him I wasn't feeling well, that I was going to go rest. Obviously we know that's not true. I wanted to see you, Lucy. It's been so long; I want you, baby," he whispers, backing me up against the wall and presses his body into mine.
"Randy…please. Stop," I whisper, pushing against his chest, trying to ward him off, but he's just too strong. Something has slowly changed about Randy. I don't know what it is, but I don't like it.
"Come on, Lucy. Don't you want me, baby? I know you love how I make you feel," Randy rasps out, burying his face into my neck and begins to press sloppy wet kisses to my skin. Oh god, Allen. Where are you?! Please…come back soon.
"No, Randy. You need to stop," I whimper as I continue to push against his chest, but Randy grabs my wrists, halting any and all movements I had. Now I'm scared because I don't know what he'll do.
"Lucy, come on, baby. You know you want me," he persists, taking one of his hands and gropes my breast before he begins to untie the laces on the front of my dress. My whimpers become louder and it only fuels Randy on.
"Randy, stop…please," I grunt out, trying in vain to push him off, but I just can't.
"HEY! Get off of her!" I hear Allen yell and I release a cry of happiness.
Suddenly, the heavy body of Randy has been lifted off of me and I'm faced with Allen's back, his body guarding me from Randy.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?! Do you know who I am?!" Randy bellows out at Allen, but Allen holds his ground and I can see his body shaking with rage.
"I know exactly who you are, but I know you also just tried to assault the queen. Your queen! You've got some balls puttin' your hands on her. I have half a mind to tell King McIntyre when he gets back," Allen growls out and Randy's eyes widen menacingly before they shift onto me once more. "Don't even look at her!" Allen snaps, watching Randy like a hawk.
"Lucy. You can't be serious. Are you really siding with this lowly little stable boy prick right now? A nobody?!" Randy snarls and a sharp feeling of pain shoots through my heart at Randy treating Allen like that when he's done nothing but protect me. My only response is silent as I break eye contact with him and look down to the ground.
"You need to leave. Now," Allen says, leaving no room for argument as he keeps his stance strong, protecting me at all costs.
"I can't believe this. Unfucking-believable!" Randy grounds out and I can hear his footsteps grow faint before they disappear altogether. The second Allen is sure Randy is gone and out of earshot, he spins around to face me.
"Lucy, baby. Are you alright, darlin'?" He asks, worry coating his tone as he cups my face in both hands. I look up at him with fear swimming in my brown eyes, but I nod my head as I grab his wrists.
"Yeah…" I whisper, "…I'm okay. Thank you," I reply and release my hold on his wrists, only to engulf Allen in a hug, my hold tight as I bury my face into his chest. My body continues to shake at the situation that just occurred and it has Allen wrapping his own arms around me, his hold firm.
"You're shakin', baby. Are you sure you're alright?" Allen asks softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I lift my face from his chest to look up at his and he leans down pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
Pressing another kiss to Allen's parted lips, I nod my head again, "yeah, I'm sure. You got to me in time and now you're here. Just…please don't tell Drew," I tell Allen and he looks down at me in bafflement and complete disbelief.
"What? Lucy…are you crazy? You can't be serious. You need to tell him," Allen argues with me and I shake my head.
"Allen. Please, trust me, baby. Promise me you won't tell him," I beg and I can see in his eyes that he wants to fight me on it, but he nods his head in defeat with a huff. "Thank you," I whisper, standing on my toes to press a hard kiss to his lips.
"You know I'd do anythin' for you, Lucy. Just please tell me you'll be more careful around him. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him," Allen asks of me and I nod my head.
"I promise. Ever since meeting you I've tried avoiding him. This is the first time he's ever caught me alone. I'm just glad you got to me when you did. I owe you so much for that," I reply and Allen shakes his head.
"No baby. You don't owe me anythin'. Just knowin' you're safe is enough," he tells me, staring down into my eyes and the look in his shift before he slams his lips down onto mine in a heated kiss that has me whimpering contently. I press my body closer into his as I deepen our kiss.
"I'm so glad you're here. At night, I always look forward to waking up every morning because I know I'll get to see you," I tell Allen softly, my face inches from his and I can see his feelings for me though his eyes…even if he doesn't say it; and I know he is able to do the same from me.
"You're so good to me. Even if I am just a lowly stable boy," Allen replies, tightening his hold on me, our bodies pressed up against each others. I look up at him in horror and shake my head quickly.
"Allen…no. Don't you dare," I begin to rebuke, but he shakes his head in turn.
"Lucy. It's alright, darlin'. I knew my fate the second I became of age. I was bound to be a nobody from birth," he says and tears start to form in my eyes. "Lucy, baby. Please don't cry. I'm perfectly content with where I am and what I do. Besides, I have you to look forward to seeing everyday, so it more than makes up for my stature. Even though you don't want to be queen, you're one of the lucky ones, sweetheart. Don't throw that away for me," Allen gently argues with me.
"But you know I would in a heartbeat. If it meant I could be with you. You'd be worth it, Allen. And you're not a nobody. At least not to me," I tell him and Allen smiles down at me before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
"That's why I fell for you the way I did because I know every word you just said is true. I would have fallen for you just the same, even if you weren't queen," he replies and I can see myself that he meant every word.
I let my body lean more into his as I let myself melt into him, wishing to make our bodies one. I didn't think I could fall in love with someone as hard as I did with Allen, but he proved me wrong. Why does life have to be so cruel? I want to be with this man in every way, shape and form, but it's just not possible.
"What're you thinkin', darlin'?" Allen asks me quietly, running his hand up and down my back soothingly as he holds me close. It's almost like we have a mental connection as well. Somehow he knows I'm internally arguing with myself as I think too hard about what's bothering me.
"Nothing," I whisper, tightening my hold on him as I burrow deeper into his body.
"That's a lie and we both know it," Allen replies and I feel him nuzzle the top of my head before settling his face there. "Talk to me, Lucy," he adds, cupping the back of my head, letting his thumb stroke the skin behind my ear.
Pulling back just enough to look up at him, I stand on my toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, "I never thought I could fall for someone has hard as I have for you, but you proved me wrong, Allen. I want you. I want to be with you in every way there is, but it's not possible," I tell him quietly.
A defeated look crosses his face, but a look of determination quickly replaces it, "you remember a couple of days ago when I told you that when the time is right, we'll find a way to be together?" He asks me and I nod my head in confirmation. "I meant it. We will find a way, Lucy. Let fate play its course. I didn't find way my here for nothing. I refuse to believe that. We were meant to find each other, Lucy," Allen whispers and I nod my head vigorously as more tears begin to brim my eyes.
"Hey, what did I say about cryin'?" He says in a non-scolding tone as he wears an impish grin on his handsome face. I return his grin with a giggle and it turns in a squeal when he begins to tickle me.
"Allen!" I squeak out, curling myself into his body and his follows mine as he continues his brutal but playful assault on me. "I'm sorry! No more crying. I promise!" I say, laughing hysterically as I try to break away from his teasing grasp.
"You promise?" Allen repeats in confirmation as he continues to tickle me.
"I promise," I reply breathlessly, giving up my fight, mainly because all of my squirming has brought both of us to the ground with Allen hovering over me. "I promise," I breathe out in a whisper and place my hands on his chest.
The look in Allen's eyes has me grabbing him by the back of his head and I pull him down into a heated kiss, pulling a moan from both of us. Breaking the kiss, Allen buries his face into my neck and places wet, but gentle kisses to my skin. "Lucy, you drive me absolutely mad, but I can't get enough of you, darlin'," he groans as I crane my neck, giving him better access.
I whimper as Allen's assault to my neck is joined by his hips thrusting into mine. My head is a heady haze of lust for the man above me as I spread my legs wider for him, allowing his hips better access to my core. I can feel his growing erection rub against me and it has me becoming wetter by the second.
"Oh god…Allen. Baby," I whimper quietly, my hips meeting his as I hold him close, letting him bring me to heights I've craved to feel from him since the beginning. Allen suddenly buck his hips forcefully into mine with a grunt and it pulls a surprised gasp from me.
Allen leans up on his forearms, but never lets up on the tempo his hips have created between us as he stares down at me with his gorgeous sky blue eyes that are clouded with lust. "Lucy…" he rasps out, "you sayin' my name like that…it's somethin' I'll never get tired of hearin'," he tells me.
Smiling lazily up at him, I repeat his name once more, "Allen. You feel so good, baby. God, I love the way you make me feel," I quietly moan and it grows louder the harder he pushes his hips into mine.
That's it. Let me hear you, darlin'. Just not too loud, beautiful," he grunts and I dumbly nod my head before burying my face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
"Allen…" I mewl, trying to warn him that I'm close, but my body betrays me and I orgasm hard with a silent cry of his name. Soon after, Allen finds his own release as he quietly groans my name into my ear.
Collapsing on top of me, I hold Allen close as we catch our breath from our first moment of intimacy with each other. Allen raises himself back up onto his forearms and looks down at me with wide eyes still clouded with the aftermath of our love making. The look in his eyes alarm me as I return his stare, mine becoming worried.
"Lucy…" Allen begins, but I cut him off.
"You…you don't regret what we just did, do you?" I ask him, my voice wavering at the thought of him regretting it; thinking it was a mistake.
"No…Lucy. God no. I'd never regret doin' anythin' with you, darlin'. I'm just afraid you regret what we did. Did…did you regret it?" Allen asks me, his voice small, fear creeping into his eyes.
Quickly reaching up, I frame Allen's face within my small hands and press a chaste kiss to his full lips, "no. Never. Like you, I'd never regret doing anything with you, Allen. I want more. I want so much more with you. Don't ever think otherwise," I tell him, my tone reassuring. Allen silently nods in reply, placing a soft kiss to my lips.
Drew POV
We are now on our normal daily ride. This time, we decide not to race as we decide to enjoy the scenic countryside and each other's company. I guess being here my entire life, I have taken the natural beauty of my kingdom for granted. However, seeing Leslie's stunning face as she looks around at her old homeland is a revelation.
She smiles with both her mouth and green eyes as she considers every rock, tree and shrubbery. She says, "You will never know how much I've missed this area. It's more lovely than I remember." I lead us to an area behind the falls this time and she looks at me inquisitively, "Why are you bringing me to this side of the falls?"
We dismount our horses and have them drink at the loch's edge. I take her by the hand and start leading her into the wooded area, "I'm taking you to see your home, Sweet. I want you to see the ruins of your castle."
She stops walking and pulls her hand from mine. I turn around and she is looking down on the ground with a melancholy look on her face. She starts to shake her head, "No. I don't want to see this. It's not the same place it once was. I know it looks like it's about to fall apart. I don't think I can take seeing the state it's in. All those memories…my mother and father are both gone now…"
Her words trail off as she starts to cry. I take her in my arms and embrace her tightly. I explain, "My intention was never to make you upset, Sweet. I'm so sorry! But this home is a part of you. It is technically yours now. If you so wish, you can restore it back to its former glory. I just wanted you to see your home, Leslie."
Leslie POV
As much as I love being in Drew's arms, I know I need to break this up or I will never leave his hold. Goddamn it, I don't want to! I long for these arms! I shrug out and smooth myself, wiping my tears away. I nod, "You're right. I need to make peace with my past. I need to see the home I never wanted to leave. OK, take me there."
Drew offers me his arm and I accept. I wouldn't have the strength to do this if he were not there with me. I dreamed of my home by the falls every night when we moved away for the longest time. I don't like the idea that it is in ruins, but in a strange way, it makes me happy that another family did not take up residence. I dreamed of one day visiting my parents here with my husband and children. That dream husband was always Drew.
But I had told him about my desire to build a cabin right by the falls. Something cozy and quaint to get away from the world for some quiet and privacy. I always visualized Drew and I watching our children running around the meadow, swimming in the loch and going down Slide Rock into the water. Having this little home away from home to escape the kingdom for the day to make love, sit by the fireplace and just be a normal couple without the hassle of being King & Queen McIntyre. But these dreams are just that, unless I can expose Lucy and Randy. And even then, none of this means that Drew would want me.
As we wind into the clearing, I gasp in sadness and my eyes start to pool with tears as I see home come into view for the first time in all these years. It still seems structurally sound, but the stone walls are covered in holly and ivy vines that have taken hold of the outside structure. I drop Drew's hand and start to walk towards the front door. I can feel Drew's presence directly behind me. He asks me, "Sweet, are you OK?"
I shake my head and continue to walk in through the opened front door. I pant in grief and despondency. What was once a wonderful, warm and loving home is now cavernous and cold. It almost feels like a tomb as I glance around. I walk up the stone staircase, careful not to step on something alive, with Drew following me. I reach my old bedroom and it is all I can do to not burst out crying.
I look in the corner that once contained my bed and say, "I remember laying here night after night and playing with you and Randy all day. I would look out my window at the loch and wonder what the rest of my life would hold for me. If I would become more than what my lot in life as the only daughter of a prominent citizen was supposed to be. Or…or if you would become someone's wife, someone's mother. I would look at the stars dancing on the water and make a wish of my heart's desire when I would see a shooting star."
That request would always be for Drew to love me and make me his wife. As I look around the rest of the upstairs, that reminds me of something. I need to see if IT is still there! I brush past Drew and run back downstairs. He calls to me, "Sweet, wait for me. Please be careful!" I can hear him breathing as he has stopped in the archway of my old living room.
I am staring looking at the mantle above the old fireplace. I see the carving in the center stone of the hearth. It is still here, all these years later. Drew places his hand on my shoulder as he sees me heaving as I can't contain my sobs. The carving in the stone was done by me when I was eight years old. I am running my fingers over the raised words with a heart etched around them: LCM Loves AMM Forever. I feel this emotion even stronger in my heart now than I did as that lovestruck little girl.
I need air! I get up quickly and rush out the front door, leaving Drew to look around and wonder what happened. I am outside trying to breathe without bawling, running my hands in my wild, curly hair. These sentiments, this love for Drew, is way too strong for me to handle at this moment. I can't have the man I have loved my entire life. He loves another, his wife, and I hate this fucking fact so much, I want to scream at him. I want to tell him that I am the one for him, not the lying and cheating bitch he put that fucking ring on! But I can't, and it hurts my heart so bad. This knowledge and this secret that I am holding is starting to suffocate me.
Drew comes outside and takes me hands. He doesn't say a word, he doesn't have to. He pulls me close, and once again I am in his arms in a beautiful tight hug. I cry in his chest and he lets me. He allows me that sad but beautiful sentiment to sweep over me. It's in that moment that I realize how much I miss Scotland, my home and my parents, and how much my love for Drew has only grown since I returned.
But it also makes me more understanding of the gravity of the situation that I am in. Once I reveal this terrible secret, everyone involved will have their lives turned upside down. I recognize that I am prepared for those consequences, no matter if they fall in my favor with Drew or not. My home kingdom and the heart of the man I love is at stake. It sinks in to me that I don't have a choice. I have to do this.
Drew reaches my face with his strong but soft hands and thumbs away my tears. He gives me one of those heart stopping smiles and says, "You are the strongest woman I have ever met, Sweet. I know that was not easy for you. You have no idea how much I admire you."
This is too intense for me. I can't let him see how much I long for him. I try to lighten things up as I start walking to get the horses. I shrug, "There's nothing to admire. This had to happen eventually. Whether I decide to stay in Scotland or not."
Drew's interest looks piqued as he looks at me as we reach the horses and start waling them back around the falls, "Is that a possibility? That you could stay in Scotland? I really hope it is."
I fight with my inner monologue not to say, I will stay if you are mine! I just say, "It depends on other factors. But yes, if the situation is right, I would stay in Scotland. I would miss Ireland and King Sheamus, and a lot of this would depend on him since he is my guardian and protector. But I love… Like I said, it depends on other reasons and conditions."
Drew POV
I am staying cool on the outside, but my heart is leaping for joy right now! My Sweet may stay with me. Jesus Christ, whatever conditions she wants, all she has to do is say the word and I will make it so. As we reach the front face of the falls by the rocks, I make a vow to myself that I will do everything in my power to make my true love stay with me. I also can't help but wonder what the carving in the hearth meant. I looked at it after Sweet left the room. Were those her parents' initials? Nah, different names for the initials. Grandparents maybe?
I don't even have time to think about the full ramification for what her staying in Scotland may bring to my marriage to Lucy when Leslie takes off her shoes, runs over to the rocks and starts to climb, holding her dress skirt up. I gape at her, "Sweet, what in the hell do you think you are doing?"
She, as carefree as a child, says, "What does it look like I'm doing, McIntyre? I'm climbing these boulders and I'm going down Slide Rock. Just like the old days."
I look at her like she's grown three heads, "Are you crazy? You have a riding dress on! You'll be wet for the ride back to the castle."
Leslie rolls her eyes and smirks, "Drew, we went down this slide god knows how many times as kid and each time, I was wearing a dress. What's the difference?" I didn't say out loud, but it's because back then, she didn't those incredible curves in her tits and ass. But before I could stop her, she squeals with delight as she goes down Slide Rock and splashes into the loch below.
She comes up for air and laughs, "Holy hell! That was fun! OK Drew, your turn!"
I shake my head, "There's no way you're getting me down that slide again, Sweet! Get out of the water so you can dry off."
As she's treading water, she pouts her lip and says, "Now don't tell my big, bad King Andrew McLean McIntyre of Scotland is scared of the water slide now. Chicken!" The little minx dares to splash me! I wipe the water from my face as she says the words I dread, "I double, triple, and quadruple dog dare you, Drew!"
I huff, undo the scabbard from around my waist and remove my tunic. I yell at her as I'm climbing up the rock, "You better be prepared for what I'll do when I get in that water, Sweet!" I slide off the rock and land in the water hearing her giggles and screams. I come up for air and swim over to her. I grab her by her waist and scream, over her rather loud protests, "You asked for this, Sweet!", as I toss her over my head into the water behind me.
She comes up laughing and cries, "Wow! You're much stronger than when we were younger! But is that all you got, McIntyre?" I see her smirk and I know that's a challenge. She brings out a side of me that I thought had died years ago. The fun, carefree side that had to cease the moment I ascended to the throne in my father's death and was forced to marry Jenny. But if I'm honest with myself, that part of me died the day Leslie McLean left my kingdom and my life, and I never realized how much I needed and craved it until she came back into the picture.
I swim over to her and pull her close, tickling her sides as she cackles and hoot with laughter, and say, "How about this? You wanted a laugh, Sweet? You got it!" She puts her hands on my chest as she's laughing, initially to attempt to push me off. But then we both stop struggling and giggling when we realize how close our bodies are.
There is not even a sliver of air or water between us, as I feel her large, hardened nipples against my chest. Both of our breathing is unsteady and I feel my knees weaken as our faces are dangerously close to each other. Those incredible emerald green orbs are focused on mine, and I have an overwhelming hunger to kiss those full, delicious looking lips. I cup her face and say softly, "Sweet, I…"
But that's all I am able to get out. At least she still has some wits about her as she breaks away, swimming to the loch's shore. I follow her and come out of the water, and neither of us say a word on the ride back to the castle. We are greeted by Randy, of all people. He looks us up and down and shakes his head, "Do I even want to ask?"
We look at each other, and neither of us can contain our laugher. Leslie walks by him and mock curtsies, giggling even harder. I clap Randy on the shoulder and double over chuckling harder, "Oh come on, old mate! Don't you remember what it's like to not have that large stick up your arse? Lighten up!" I walk into the castle, asking for a drying cloth.
Randy POV
OK, what in the hell is going on with Drew and Leslie? Are they fucking each other? Nah! No way in hell that's happening. Drew is too much of a goody goody to cheat on Lucy. I'm still beyond pissed I haven't fucked Lucy in over a week. I can't believe that little cunt sided with that fucking stable boy! This Allen, or whatever the fuck his name is, got on my bad side quickly! I'll have to watch for him when I go down to the stables to… OK Orton, you need to cool yourself down.
I have to admit it to myself. Leslie looks hot as hell soaking wet! Fuck, when did she get so fine? Those boobs need my mouth all over them. I'll make her wet alright. Wait a minute…that's it! Why didn't I think of this before? It's brilliant! Since Lucy won't fuck me, and seems to be avoiding me, I'll fuck Leslie instead!
Drew may not be in love with her, he obviously cares for her. Maybe he even lusts over her. I can't blame him. So, if I plow her, I can hurt him just as bad as fucking Lucy. After all, she's obviously easy judging by the interaction I witnessed between her and that stupid limey Ridge Holland. Those gorgeous lips and that killer body…yeah, it's time to fuck that little harpy into submission.
Lucy POV
I'm exhausted before the day is done that when I am finished with supper, I make an early leave and decide to go to bed early. Although, I can't stop thinking about Allen and what we did earlier. A smile grows on my face at the thought of him, but then it turns into a frown when my mind wanders to what Randy tried to do.
He's never done that before…so why now? Is it because I've been avoiding him. Ever since Allen's showed up, my want and need for Randy has diminished into nothing. So when he cornered me the way he did, I was beyond terrified because I don't know what he would have done. If it weren't for Allen getting back when he did…no. I don't want to think about that. I refuse to think it!
The smile reemerges on my face when I think about Allen once more. How carefree and gentle he was with me. But the way he made me feel. Oh my god, do I want that again. I want him. Period. Is it so bad that not once did Drew come across my mind today?
Thinking of him, I've noticed his distance towards me lately. This morning for example. He was so lost in though at the breakfast table until I brought him back into the now. Then Leslie shows up and it's like he never left the room. Figuratively, of course. I can't really be upset with him though cause I've been doing the same to him where Allen is concerned. Once again, the smile grows on my face when I think about him and he is the last thing I think about before sleep consumes me.
Leslie POV
Drew and I had dinner by ourselves in the banquet hall. No Randy, Lucy or Sheamus. Just me and him, eating Otis' delicious baked chicken and the reverberating sounds of our laughter. My emotions being with Drew again have been all over the place. I either cry because I can't have him, or giggle incessantly at our dumb jokes at each other's expense.
After he walks me to my bedchamber, placing a sweet kiss to the top of my still damp hair, I strip out of my dinner clothes and put on my sleep shift. I'm brushing the tangles out of this curly mess and look in the mirror. I imagine Drew coming up behind me and holding me close. I can feel his hot breath on the skin of my neck as he plants wet kisses there. But then I blink and it makes me sadder when the image is gone.
I lay down in my bed and snuggle up in the furs, wishing that gorgeous, muscular body was holding me close after making passionate love to me. I reflect on the events of the day. Seeing my home was so emotional, especially finding the stone with the carving of my undying love for Drew. But what happened in the water… If I hadn't swam away from him, I would've let him fuck me right there in the falls where we played as kids. I used to dream of that scenario every night… Who the hell are you fooling, Leslie? You still dream of this!
But I drift off to sleep and I have the strangest dream: Drew and I had just gotten married and he takes me to the falls for our wedding night. He shows me his wedding gift. He has built my dream cabin beside the loch by the falls. He carries me across the threshold and tells me of his undying love for me as we make love by the fireplace. And there is something on the hearth… a stone with a carving…
Drew POV
I am in the bed lying next to Lucy thinking about how I nearly kissed my best friend in the water today. I was so close to professing my eternal love for her in that moment. I look over my shoulder and consider for a moment waking Lucy up to have sex in an attempt to relieve this lust I have for Leslie in my mind and heart. But even though it is within my right to do so as her husband, I could never do that.
Lucy doesn't deserve to this. She should not be my second choice. She is my wife and I made her queen of my kingdom. She has done nothing wrong and deserves the utmost respect. But I don't love her. I will never love her as I do Leslie. Leslie completes me, understands me and holds my heart in a way Lucy never could. And if the night Leslie arrived at the castle showed me anything, Lucy will never be a substitute for my greatest love.
But Leslie said she may stay! I fall asleep wondering what those conditions would be for her to remain in Scotland. Would I have to secure a husband for her as a substitute for Sheamus' protection? Oh hell no, son of a bitch! No man will ever touch my Sweet but me, goddamn it! All I know is something feel like a damn is about to burst. There is a strange tension in the castle that is starting to feel like a chokehold. Leslie leaves in about a week and every time I think about this fact, my heart breaks apart a little more. But I get the strangest feeling, call it King's intuition, something drastic and life changing is about to happen…for all of us.